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unique ring."
    I rolled my eyes and dropped my arms to my side. "I know, I know, forged with blood and some voodoo magic to bind us."
    Bat raised an eyebrow and glanced at Vincent. "So this bag of hydrated dust has told you some things?" he guessed.
    "Only that I'm stuck with him, but not for how long and how I'm supposed to get out of this mess," I replied.Bat
    "I can possibly give you answers to both those questions, but I'm afraid you're not going to like them," Batholomew told me.
    I shrugged. "You just told me I'm stuck in this weird place with two weirdos after being chased by some crazy guys with a werewolf. How can this night possibly get worse?"
    "It can get worse because you're going to have quite a few more nights with such, shall we call it, fun?" he answered.
    My jaw jutted out and I glared at him. "Come again?"
    Bat smiled and walked over to my chair. He turned it toward me and gestured to the seat. "If you'd like to sit down I'll tell you what I can about that ring, our mutual friend Tim, and that ring that's stuck on your finger."
    I frowned, but walked over and sat my butt down in the chair. I folded my arms across my chest, crossed my legs, and tapped a finger on my arm. "I'm listening."

Chapter 5
     
    "First off, your partner here is someone whom you shouldn't trust," Batholomew told me. Vincent frowned, but remained silent. "Secondly, that ring is the only item keeping him from killing us both."
    "Then this thing's not doing a very good job because he's already tried that twice," I quipped.
    Batholomew raised an eyebrow. "Really? Was the bond awakened?"
    "As soon as you tell me what exactly this bond is I can answer that." I jerked my thumb at the silent undead. For the first time I wished he'd speak up. "He told me I was stuck with him and he'd protect me. He also said this ring would give me some sort of vampire powers."
    "For once he's told the truth," Batholomew mused. "The ring does give you abilities beyond those of a normal human being, but only so long as you wear it."
    "Right now that's not a problem."
    Batholomew frowned and seated himself on the end of his desk. A small avalanche of papers fell to the floor, but he ignored them. "Perhaps I'm going about this the wrong way. Let me start at the beginning with Tim. He inherited the ring a few centuries ago from the original owner, the human who's blood is encased in that ring."
    I blinked. "Centuries? You mean years, don't you?" I asked him.
    Batholomew smiled and shook his head. "No, I mean centuries. The ring granted Tim a sort of immortality. So long as he wore the ring and this idiot protected him, he wouldn't die."
    My mouth slowly fell open and images of our lovemaking flashed through my mind. I shuddered. "Okay, that's just creepy. He didn't look a day over thirty."
    "The ring froze his appearance, though I wish his mind had aged a little further," Batholomew mused with a playful grin on his face. He shook himself from his thoughts and pointed at the ring on my finger. "It has done the same to your appearance, and so long as there isn't another lapse in your protection then you will live a very long and eventful life."
    "What if I don't want to live forever?" I countered.
    "I'm afraid that's not an option. Once the bond is created only death can break it."
    I stood so quickly I knocked my chair over. "So what the hell am I supposed to do for eternity? Pick up Social Security until I drain it dry?" I angrily asked them.
    Batholomew slid off the desk and walked around the desk to his chair. "I recommend a hobby or an occupation." He paused in front of his chair and tapped a long nail against his chin. His eyes lit up with mischief. "Yes, that may work."
    "What now?" I asked him, perfectly expecting more wonderful news.
    "With Tim no longer with us his business will need a new owner. I think you would suit the role perfectly."
    "Um, no?" I replied. Everything else I'd been dragged into that evening had been trouble.
    Vincent had of the same